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“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’m along for the ride.”

“Show me.” Heat warmed her cheeks and she knew later, upon reflection, she’d die of embarrassment, but now, lost in the moment, she wouldn’t back down.

His lips twisted into a knowing smile. “My innocent angel is a bit of a bad girl.”

The warmth from her cheeks traveled down her chest. She knew he saw, but she wasn’t taking back the words. She wanted to see. No, she needed to.

Vas moved his phone back, and holy hell what a view.

His cock, with one large hand fisting its length and framed by the open fly of his jeans, sharpened into focus. His other hand rested low on his abdomen next to the happy trail she liked to run her tongue over.

As though he could read her mind, his voice came out rough with his accent thickened. “Slide your hand down into your panties. Imagine my fingers over yours following where you lead me. Show me how you liked to be touched.”

Spreading her legs, she angled her hips and slipped her fingers down the front of her white cotton panties, all her inhibitions fading with the rise of her arousal. She slipped her fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness, then found her clit, rubbing it.

“I can feel how wet you are. My fingers are sliding through your heat. Can you feel it?”

“Yes.” She was soaked.

“That’s it. Just like that.” His voice trailed off, his breathing growing more labored.

She watched him, her legs falling open farther as her hips moved in sync with the rhythm of his fist sliding up and down his cock. Her finger slipped and slid as she grew wetter, her breaths becoming harsher as she neared orgasm.

“So fucking wet. I can see your panties are soaked from here. Take them off.”

Her fingers stilled instantly at his command though her muscles twitched in rebellion and her core throbbed, demanding release.

His hand still moved up and down his shaft, but now at a leisurely pace as he watched her maneuver out of her panties, kicking them off her legs.

“Spread your legs wider, baby. Yes, that’s it. Now, make yourself come.”

His demand was her undoing and brought her over the edge in a matter of seconds. Throwing her head back, she cried out, hearing an accompanying growl through the speaker of her phone.

Fully sated, shyness was now her ruling emotion and she quickly positioned her phone so only her face could be seen.

Vas’s face came into view. A ghost of a smile played on his lips, and his once heated eyes looked drowsy. “That just made me miss you all the more.”

Warmth filled her chest. “I miss you too.”

“I’ll be home soon. But for now, I’ve made a fucking mess that I need to clean up. You’ll be able to fall asleep?”

Though at the moment she felt like she could run a marathon, after her long night at work she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to nod off. “Yeah.”

“Good. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“Sleep tight. Love you, sweetheart.”

“Love you too.”

She ended the call and, as predicted, was asleep within minutes of closing her eyes.

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Flying down I15 in Tiffany’s sporty Fiat, four hours into their road trip, Anna spied the sign that announced they were entering Nevada. “Almost there,” she piped from the backseat.

She checked her phone. No text from Vas. Perfect. That must mean he hadn’t noticed she’d stopped sharing her location with him before they’d hit the road, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

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